Chapter 7
Seven
Kate confided in him about the past, watching his face closely. If her hard limits bothered him, she wouldn’t have known it by his face. He was intent, but his expression gave away nothing.
He led her to the master bedroom, which was large and cool with light gray walls and a light fixture that looked like it was made of steel and chunks of broken glass. The room had sleek furniture with a minimum of flourishes, and yet it wasn’t cold or unwelcoming.
The bedspread was a dark charcoal color and silky soft when she trailed her fingers over it. She realized when she noticed his gaze on her bra that she matched the decor.
“Take off your clothes,” he said.
Licking her lips and nodding, she reached back, unhooked her bra’s clasp and shrugged out of it.
She set it behind her and then eased her panties off, too.
Her pussy was bare and smooth from the waxing she’d had that morning.
She hoped it would feel petal soft to him, but the bare skin, more than anything, made her feel exposed.
Her heavy breasts were lower without support, but still firm. His gaze locked on them and her large cocoa colored nipples.
“Turn around,” he said in a husky voice.
She did. She had long legs and a firm ass. Her spin classes kept her fit.
Kate glanced over her shoulder when she felt his thumbs pressing into the base of her back right above her butt.
“It’s like you were made to order.”
She exhaled. It made her so happy that he liked her body.
He splayed his hands over her hips and then slid his hand around to rest on her flat belly. He eased her back against him. She felt his erection through his jeans, his fly rough against her skin. Her belly tightened, and heat spread through her.
His big hands cupped her breasts, squeezing slowly. He caught her earlobe in his teeth and bit down hard enough to cause her breath to catch. Waves of desire rolled over her.
He released her. “On the bed. Head down. Ass in the air.”
“Yes, Sir.” As she scrambled into position, her heart thundered with excitement. She stole a glance at him. He looked dangerous and gorgeous. She had to tear her gaze away when he ordered her to put her forehead on her hands, nose against the bed.
“From now until the scene is over, I talk, you obey. Got it?”
“Yes,” she said with a slight tremor.
Kate thought she might come before he even touched between her legs. Was that possible? To have an orgasm from listening to a rough voice?
“If you get scared—”
“I’m not scared. I’m excited,” she blurted.
A heavy palm landed so hard on her ass that it knocked her forward. She gasped, but immediately got back into position, pushing her bottom up.
“Sorry, I—”
“Stop talking,” he ordered.
Her body vibrated with anticipation. She could feel the throb of where he’d struck her. It was delicious. She pressed her lips together and swallowed the urge to say anything else. She didn’t want to do anything that would keep him from doing more things to her.
“You’ve got nothing to say unless I ask you a question.”
His voice, so rough and uncompromising, was making her desperate for him. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the moisture between the petals of her sex. She wanted him and all he would do. She wanted it so, so badly.
“The only word in your vocabulary that counts is your safeword. Got me?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sir.”
“You can use it anytime. Even before we really get started.” A finger pressed against the slightly tender spot on her ass. “What do you say, kitten? Wanna stop now?”
“No!”
“Good girl.” He pulled in a slow breath and exhaled. “Brace yourself. You’re going to feel this.”
She clutched the bedspread and pressed her forehead against her knuckles.
His hand came down like a battering ram. It rocked her forward, and she let out a little sound, a kind of throaty whimper.
Two more walloping spanks followed. Then, two more.
Her head swam, the pain the most powerful aphrodisiac imaginable.
He paused and bit her, sinking his teeth in and sucking her sore flesh into his mouth. She squirmed and groaned.
He released her, then licked her skin and the top of the crease between her globes.
She pushed back, raising her ass, offering him anything he wanted.
His tongue dipped low and licked between her pussy lips. She moaned, but he stepped back.
“I’ll give it to you if you earn it,” he said.
She wanted to plead and beg, but she didn’t want to disobey the rules.
When the next blow landed, it vibrated through her, and she felt it everywhere.
The spanking was long and much, much more thorough than any she’d had before. She had to squeeze her eyes closed to keep from crying.
When he sank his teeth into her scalding ass, she couldn’t keep herself from screaming and kicking her feet. The bite hadn’t been hard, but it was so intense when every nerve was on fire. He pushed her onto her side and crawled on the bed behind her.
“We’re not done,” he said, his tone a mix of threat and promise. He put his hand between her legs, while pushing his pelvis against her punished ass. “Need a rest? Or something else?”
“Something else,” she said through her tears.
His fingers slid into her, where she was soaked and aching for him. He pressed his palm against her clit and rubbed. It was such a rush after the pain and the spirals of adrenaline.
“My cock wants inside you. I want to nail you to the bed.”
She shuddered, desperate for that. She pushed back against him, even though her ass was so sore.
Kate wanted him to claim her in every way. The way he’d dominated and punished her, nothing had ever felt so good, not in her darkest, dirtiest fantasies. He was real. And he was in control of what happened to her. He could do anything he wanted, and he was.
An orgasm rocked her world. It was hard to catch her breath.
“You can come on my fingers that fast? You’re not all sweet little kitten, are you?”
She sniffed and shook her head.
“You want me to drag you into a dark alley?” he murmured, still stroking her. “And force you down to your hands and knees?”
She groaned, pushing back against his hard body. “Please,” she rasped, unable to stop herself.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back. He kissed her, biting her lip at the end til she whimpered.
“Yeah, I feel you grinding against me.”
She reached back for his cock, but he pulled her hand away and pinned it against her lower back. That made her arch and ache harder for him.
“You know better. Seems like you can’t control yourself. Am I gonna have to tie you down?”
“Maybe,” she whispered, her heart hammering. She was scared and excited and a million other things at once. The only thing she knew was that she couldn’t bear for him to stop being the way he was. Not yet.